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Love is an eternal thing for me
Its fruition of divine knowledge
Two people have unlocked, live
You inhale, speak its wonderment
That still inspire heartfelt sonnets
And it defies all sound reason of logic
But can mean a plethora of things
And differently, for so many others
I really couldn’t begin to even fathom
Often, at least to me, too convenient
To claim, as if they’ve won a lottery
Thereby undermine its otherworldliness
Everchanging: a concept of terrific notice
Of which I admit I still grapple with
Cause it can be like a double edge sword
Which in itself, can be very unsettling
But- something in which I am sure of
Is, I still love everyone I ever loved
Despite death, estrangement, or life
Even those, whom I’ve never told
Held close in a crush like heart vault
Most of my pain; is from their loss
Unexpected, uncontrollable changes
And about that diminished access
None of which is easy to readily accept
After two souls melded spiritually
That’s not to say, I wasn’t angered
Not so much at them, the situations
More about the fashion it happened
Then in the happenings of the moments
Deteriorating promises and images
The lessor degree I suddenly mattered
To them and in part also my inner self
And the real unfortunate knowledge
What we had, created- was devoured
Insofar as “we” was now concerned
Which opened the door to move on
To a place of that absolute unknowns
Unwanted, scary, and yet, permanent
At least in small distractive ways
Until the pretending got much easier
Slowly replacing irascible depression
For many, they got extremely angry
Turn their love into malignant revenge
Their life became a dark myopic tunnel
Creating a sickness; one delves into lost
And most can never find their way out
But in truth, I’ll never get over all those
Heartbreaks, they’re my ultimate proof
For me, the love then… still matters now
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Poet of the Light © 2021
Not a day goes by,
I don’t feel their absence.
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